Addiction to Temptation: His Mischievous Sweetheart Captivates Him-Chapter 229: The Red Camisole Dress Deep in the Wardrobe
Zane watched Natalie with great interest, noticing the smile on her lips. Her ability to change expressions was unmatched—earlier she was so proud and arrogant, but now she looked so obedient and compliant.
The man raised his brows slightly, leaned down, and met Natalie’s gaze.
"What if it hurts?"
Natalie seemed unprepared for Zane to respond this way. Back when he took a hit for her, he didn’t even flinch.
"Then move your foot and I’ll take a look."
After saying that, Natalie paused for a moment, then glanced at Zane’s hand on the door.
"Or maybe, also move your hand."
Hearing this, Zane chuckled lightly. This little woman always had quite the imagination. Did she think he would just move his foot and hand so she could immediately lock him out on the balcony? Was she taking him for a fool?
The balcony door was made of glass, and because Natalie had used force to close it, her body was pressed tightly against it. From Zane’s angle, he could see everything, and her actions and strength only accentuated even more seductive curves.
Men always have an instinct to notice these things. With strangers, out of decency and propriety, they might not look, but with his own wife, was he not free to look as much as he wanted?
He could even be more excessive.
With this in mind, Zane’s Adam’s apple bobbed sensually, his gaze darkened, and the veins on his forehead became slightly pronounced, as did the hand holding the door.
Natalie had always adored his hands. Even in this situation, she couldn’t help herself and quickly glanced at them, then shamelessly stared for a while.
Zane noticed her gaze and laughed, leaning down further to meet her eyes.
"Baby, do you want me to take off the door?"
Even if he let go and she locked the balcony door from inside, he could still tear it apart and get in.
Natalie: ...
"Honey."
Natalie blinked her beautiful big eyes, knowing she couldn’t stop Zane tonight. She hoped her softening stance would make him overlook her earlier provocations.
"Oh, I must’ve been confused after drinking earlier! Don’t take what I said to heart!"
As she spoke, Natalie pretended to furrow her brows, acting as if she had a headache from drinking too much.
She was convincing. If Zane hadn’t seen how she was acting personally, he might have been fooled by her.
Seeing Zane not responding for a while, Natalie closed one eye, leaving the other open as she looked at him, only to see Zane’s mouth curve up in a smile with laughter in his eyes. With his free hand, he playfully flicked her nose.
He praised her.
"Your little brain is quite clever."
It would be suspicious if he actually believed her.
Earlier downstairs, he had already warned her not to regret this, but this little girl got too carried away. Now she wanted to act all innocent.
It’s useless.
Natalie couldn’t read the emotions in Zane’s eyes. She had been in this awkward position for quite some time, feeling uncomfortable. Whatever, she thought.
With that, Natalie gave a slightly perfunctory smile, let go, and immediately sprinted to the bathroom, closing the door with loud bangs, followed by the sound of locking it.
Zane leisurely walked into the room, slowly taking off his jacket.
She had spilled alcohol on herself; Natalie would certainly need to take another shower.
Thinking about it, he shook his head and smiled.
She didn’t take any clothes in with her, so she’d eventually have to ask him? Zane felt very confident that she won’t step out in a stained dress.
Zane knew how long Natalie required for a shower, especially considering her current guilty conscience, making it less likely for her to come out easily. So, he simply grabbed his clothes and went to the next room for a shower.
When he returned, Natalie was still lingering in the bathroom.
Even though the room was heated, he couldn’t let Natalie stay naked in the bathroom indefinitely, especially after she had just faced cold wind on the balcony, risking a cold.
"Still showering?"
Zane went to the bathroom door and knocked.
In fact, Natalie had finished showering over ten minutes ago. She had already showered once earlier, so she just needed a quick rinse. Soaking in the bath wasn’t necessary.
She was at her limit; she couldn’t possibly make herself suffer just to avoid Zane, right? Besides, who knows what would happen once she got out?
"Could you bring me my clothes?"
Natalie paused.
"From the leftmost closet."
Zane raised an eyebrow slightly, walked to the connected walk-in closet, stopping in front of the leftmost section, and opened it.
It was filled with Natalie’s nightgowns, mostly her favorite loose white ones, but also champagne-colored strappy fitted ones of various varieties.
He let out a short chuckle, then walked over to the other sections, opening each one in turn.
He stopped only when he found two red fitted strappy dresses in the corner of the last section.
With satisfaction, Zane raised an eyebrow. Knowing Natalie, she’d never just buy one item. If she found something she liked, she’d get more, especially since he liked seeing her in red — she’d definitely buy more of it.
Natalie continued to wait crouched down in the bathroom, completely unaware that Zane already understood her thoughts and plans.
When Zane knocked again, Natalie cracked the door open slightly and stretched out her hand.
Her skin was pale, a light pinkish tone from being in the bathroom for too long. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
Natalie gave her hand a few aimless grabs in the air and then spoke.
"Where are my clothes?"
Zane finally passed over the garments, deliberately brushing and lightly caressing her wrist in a teasing manner.
Natalie: ...
Flustered and anxious, she snatched her hand back, her face reddening more. Internally, she cursed, thinking: Zane, you dirty old man!
When she recollected herself, she realized the clothes she held were the red strappy dress she had hidden deep in her closet.
Natalie: ...???????
How did Zane find it? Does he not know left from right? No, he’s a racecar driver! How could he not know left from right?
Natalie looked puzzled at the clothes in her hands, gradually widening her eyes.
Could it be that this scheming man knew she hid clothes? Did he find them on purpose?
Outside, she heard Zane’s concealed laughter.
"Quickly change and come out."
It confirmed Natalie’s fears: Zane knew there was such a dress in the closet! He did it deliberately.
Moreover, he had deliberately touched her wrist earlier to distract her, preventing her from realizing which dress she actually received; otherwise, she would’ve thrown it back to make him fetch another.
Such a sneaky old fox! How could someone be so devious?
"Zane, you’re wicked!"
"Oh? How am I wicked? Didn’t I just get you some clothes, darling?"
"Why did you pick this one then?!"
"Isn’t this the one you bought yourself? Don’t you think it looks nice?"
Natalie: ...
Fine, fine, Zane. You’re making her eat her own words.
She’s made up her mind; she’ll never wear red dresses again!
